Nothing opens Nothing waits

[pinkingspiders]

There is no more autumn here.
The leaves have turned over
and left their open places-
between the water and the land.

This day, I want to lean down to the river
and let it settle into lines,
let the ice strip my palms of history.
In the river
nothing opens and nothing waits.

Some lines
we may read together, but I'll tell you now
these signs will be backwards turning.
In a river nothing opens.